if she had been born to be his wife. The pleasure that flooded Mylan’s powerful body was one he had not forgotten but had despaired of ever sharing again with a woman as beautiful as the elegant creature who was now his bride. “You see, is this not a far better way to kiss?” But he gave Celiese no time to reply before his lips again caressed hers softly, for he truly did want to teach her well, to create within her breast the desire that was already pounding with such insistence within his own. He made his voice a reassuring whisper as he began to pay her pretty compliments, wanting her to feel the delight her loveliness gave to him as he covered her delectable body with soft kisses. Her skin was smooth, creamy to the touch and as fragrant as the gardens of wildflowers that surrounded his home each spring. She had the gentle perfection of a clear spring day, all its beauty and sweetness, and he was lost in his own romantic dreams as he continued to savor the swells and curves of her splendid figure.
Celiese smiled contentedly as Mylan’s lips trailed down her throat. She traced the ripple of muscles that moved across his broad shoulders with a slow, sensuous touch, for the skin of his back had been unmarked by the bear’s claws and it felt smooth and alive beneath her fingertips. She held him in a tender embrace as his lips slid across her breast, too lost in his tender affection to remember her fears of his love. She had never dreamed a man could be so gentle. The longings he aroused within her were exquisite, and as unexpected as his handsomeness had been, a surprise too marvelous to contain, and yet, as his fingertips slowly moved over her soft curves, the feeling continued to grow and the desire to deepen. His knowing touch grew more intimate. His bed had the softness of a cloud at her back, she was floating in his embrace, adrift on the tide of his passion, and she drew him close to her heart, hoping to return the pleasure his warm, sleek body gave to hers. As his lips returned to her mouth his honey-flavored kiss led her further into the madness, teasing her senses as deftly as his slow, sensuous touch drew forth the deepest of pleasures until she shuddered with joy, her surrender to him now complete.
Mylan shifted his weight gradually, tenderly cradling the delicate beauty in his arms as he moved to possess her fully, to make her truly his wife, but as his first forceful thrust went deep within her he stopped abruptly, stunned by the ease with which her slender body had accepted his.
Celiese felt Mylan stiffen and dropped her hands from his shoulders to cover her face. She held her breath waiting for him to strike her, for a brutal beating was the very least of the punishments she expected from him, but he called her name softly, and when she lowered her hands to look up at him his mouth returned to hers with a soft caress that seemed endless in its delights. His desire drew her back into his dream of love, and she lifted her arms to encircle his neck as he began to move within her, his strength tempered with such easy grace that she wanted all he could give of this new and even greater pleasure. Her whole body seemed to burn with the heat he infused, the flames of his passion searing her to him in an eternal bond she would never seek to dissolve. She moved with a graceful rhythm to accept his loving, drawing him ever deeper into the magic he had created so thoughtfully for her, until at last he buried his face in her flaxen curls and she clung to him still, her heart too full of love to let him go.
When the bright haze of passion had at last cleared his mind Mylan covered Celiese’s face with kisses as gentle as the summer breeze and drew her close to his heart. He had thought he’d married a girl little more than a pretty child, but had found his bride to be a woman of astonishing depth and spirit, and she simply fascinated him. “I will keep your secret, Olgrethe, if you will but tell me the
Celiese smiled contentedly as Mylan’s lips trailed down her throat. She traced the ripple of muscles that moved across his broad shoulders with a slow, sensuous touch, for the skin of his back had been unmarked by the bear’s claws and it felt smooth and alive beneath her fingertips. She held him in a tender embrace as his lips slid across her breast, too lost in his tender affection to remember her fears of his love. She had never dreamed a man could be so gentle. The longings he aroused within her were exquisite, and as unexpected as his handsomeness had been, a surprise too marvelous to contain, and yet, as his fingertips slowly moved over her soft curves, the feeling continued to grow and the desire to deepen. His knowing touch grew more intimate. His bed had the softness of a cloud at her back, she was floating in his embrace, adrift on the tide of his passion, and she drew him close to her heart, hoping to return the pleasure his warm, sleek body gave to hers. As his lips returned to her mouth his honey-flavored kiss led her further into the madness, teasing her senses as deftly as his slow, sensuous touch drew forth the deepest of pleasures until she shuddered with joy, her surrender to him now complete.
Mylan shifted his weight gradually, tenderly cradling the delicate beauty in his arms as he moved to possess her fully, to make her truly his wife, but as his first forceful thrust went deep within her he stopped abruptly, stunned by the ease with which her slender body had accepted his.
Celiese felt Mylan stiffen and dropped her hands from his shoulders to cover her face. She held her breath waiting for him to strike her, for a brutal beating was the very least of the punishments she expected from him, but he called her name softly, and when she lowered her hands to look up at him his mouth returned to hers with a soft caress that seemed endless in its delights. His desire drew her back into his dream of love, and she lifted her arms to encircle his neck as he began to move within her, his strength tempered with such easy grace that she wanted all he could give of this new and even greater pleasure. Her whole body seemed to burn with the heat he infused, the flames of his passion searing her to him in an eternal bond she would never seek to dissolve. She moved with a graceful rhythm to accept his loving, drawing him ever deeper into the magic he had created so thoughtfully for her, until at last he buried his face in her flaxen curls and she clung to him still, her heart too full of love to let him go.
When the bright haze of passion had at last cleared his mind Mylan covered Celiese’s face with kisses as gentle as the summer breeze and drew her close to his heart. He had thought he’d married a girl little more than a pretty child, but had found his bride to be a woman of astonishing depth and spirit, and she simply fascinated him. “I will keep your secret, Olgrethe, if you will but tell me the
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